Being with you

I'm drained by the stormy fury of our love-making.
I'm exhausted.  I'm weak.  I'm breathless.
I'm trying to relax. I am surrounded by your warmth and power. I feel safe. 
You begin to stroke my skin, my hips, my nipples.
I love your touch. Your voice is soothing. 
But your touch stirs the storm within me, making me wet - again.  
And I can think of... all I want...
Is my Man, inside me, deep inside me, fucking me/loving me as only he can. 
I love you. I am my gift to you. As you are your gift to me. 
I am yours, always.